[HP] Dark Godfather

The last drop of potion dripped into the open wound, and Snape watched intently as the black curse was gradually purified, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Successful?" Dumbledore's voice trembled.

"Well, we still need to observe, but most of the curses can be purified." Snape's voice was also a little trembling. During this period of time, he worked tirelessly to develop the purification potion, and now he finally saw the light of day.

"Thank you, Severus, thank you very much!" Dumbledore's voice was slightly choked, and the old headmaster, who had been prepared to face death calmly, finally couldn't help revealing his excitement at this moment.

But just when they all thought that victory was in sight, the lingering black curse suddenly and quickly spread until it covered Dumbledore's entire left hand.

The principal's office fell into a long silence. It is most desperate to see the dawn of hope but be swallowed up by darkness in an instant.

"Try this bottle again, no, this bottle..." Snape, whose eyes were full of red silk, suddenly rummaged through his potion box, unable to keep calm, he suddenly slammed a The bottle of potion was thrown on the ground, and he roared, "Why, why?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and said lightly, "It's okay, Severus, you have tried your best." The old headmaster walked slowly to the desk, trying to show a smile , "It's late, sorry I have to rest."

After Snape left, Dumbledore sat blankly for a while, and he slowly opened the side drawer. Inside was a letter that he had just received in the morning, written in the familiar font on the letter paper:

[Albus——Long time no see, I'll be waiting for you in Godric's Hollow this Friday morning, alone. - Geliot]

Dumbledore rubbed his fingers on the letter paper for a long time, finally folded the letter paper carefully and stuffed it into his pocket.

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At night, Snape hurried back to Prince Manor, and went straight to the room behind the curtain where he was experimenting with purifying potions. He buried himself in a large pile of potion books and the experimental records of Princes, and checked for most of the night. More and more confused, "Impossible, all the steps have been considered, why didn't it work? Why?"

"Sev, you have to rest well, otherwise death will find you before you come to Avalon..." Old Prince shook his head and sighed.

Snape raised his head sharply, "Why, I followed exactly what was stated in the record, why can't the purification potion I prepared can undo Dumbledore's curse?"

Old Prince's eyes dimmed, "I told you that the secret cache is only used by Prince and Prince's lover, Severus, there is nothing you can do if you don't believe it."

"This is ridiculous. The configuration and effectiveness of the potion should only be related to the material and the way it is used. It is impossible to only target a certain surname!" Snape stood up, walking around anxiously, "This is illogical."

Old Prince sighed and disappeared into the picture frame.

Snape leaned against the experimental table in frustration, his confused eyes swept over the books, cauldrons and utensils one by one, "If only people with one surname can use it, what's the point of making this kind of potion..."

Snape thought about it for a while, then suddenly walked out of the room quickly and closed the curtain, "How to make Prince's secret treasure available to the world?"

The curtain trembled, and the sparkling picture appeared again, but this time, another strange old man appeared, and he said with a solemn expression, "Severus Snape, as the existing Prince family The last bloodline of human society, I want to solemnly tell you that the roots of the Prince family are in Avalon. We have an appointment with the elves, and the potions against the sky are only used in Avalon. Human society has made enough contributions, we can no longer interfere with the normal development of human beings with the ability to defy the sky..."

"If I have to make the secret to the world, what price will I have to pay?" Snape asked coldly.

The old man took a deep look at Snape, and said calmly, "The gate of Avalon will be closed to you, and you and your descendants will never be eligible to enter Avalon, Severus Snape , you can give up your chance of eternal life, but how can you take the future of your descendants as a bargaining chip?"

Snape fell silent.

The old man said sharply, "Human beings are always greedy. They want money, love, and eternal life... They don't want to live in a down-to-earth way, they don't know how to cherish what is in front of them, they don't want to give their sincerity, and they would rather deal with the devil than trade for the sake of immediate benefits." Working hard on our own, almost everyone among the potion masters of the Prince family who escaped into Avalon has been persecuted by humans. We just want to live a peaceful life and devote ourselves to researching potions that benefit mankind, but what humans return to us is only betrayal .You think about it for me, Severus, is it worth it for you to do this."

Snape raised his head slowly, "I can't say whether it's worth it or not. I just want the potion I made to be useful. As for how to use it and who will use it, I don't want to think about it. If someone is smart enough, they can use my potion For your own benefit, if someone is poisoned to death by potion, then he deserves bad luck. I am a potion master, not a potion sage, and I can't bear the responsibility for the progress and destruction of human beings...you value too much Myself, Princes, without you, I, Severus Snape, is also a master of potions, maybe without your help, I can't make elixirs of life, and I can't make wizards have children Potions, even purification potions, can’t be prepared, but I can freely control all the potions I make, and give them to whoever I want, or to those who I hate..."

Snape straightened his back and sneered sarcastically, "Avalon's threshold is too high, I don't think I'm qualified to enter!"

Snape turned and walked away without any hesitation, and finally, his cold sarcasm was in the air, "I would rather be a king in hell than a servant in heaven!"

Prince Manor fell into a long silence after Snape left, and the mysterious curtain suddenly shook violently, and there was a fierce dispute inside——

"Okay, the little guy is going away with anger, and I said that there must be something wrong with your rigid attitude."

"I also think that Avalon has a lot of rules. Those elves don't need Prince's potion at all. They are only interested in perfume."

"Hey, it's been a long time since humans have entered Avalon, and I'm about to get sick."

"What's wrong with you, tell me, I'm just too busy to panic."

"Fuck you, I can make potions myself, then it's your turn, but it's really not easy to get sick in Avalon."

"I think Sev is right. Back in the wizarding world, I was also a character who coughed and shook the ground. How could I know that in Avalon, facing those old monsters, he was called a child. Fuck his child. I am three hundred years old, have you ever seen such a mature child?"

"Guys, I've always had an idea. In fact, the traits of our Prince family tend to be dark. You said that if we turned to the devil, would there be a better..."

"Ahem, old Princes, what are you talking about? Why did I hear that ugly word of devil?"

"Ah, Elder, why are you here? Welcome, we are studying the name of the perfume! How about calling it Devil's Moe?"

xxxxxx

At 12 Grimmauld Place, at night, Voldemort sat in front of the fireplace, with a thick human leather-wrapped book of black magic spread out on his knees.

Slender fingers slowly slid along the gorgeous Italian italics on the book, reading the content contained in the words in his mind. Voldemort felt that this kind of quiet reading was the most wonderful enjoyment in his spare time.

"Bang!" Something from upstairs fell heavily to the ground.

Voldemort's eyelids twitched, and he continued reading.

10 minutes later--

"Ah~oh~oh~oh~ raving!" Blake was hanging his voice, he had recently become obsessed with arias.

Voldemort's fingers twitched, and he continued to read.

5 minutes later--

"Kerry, where's my matcha cake? The one you sent me is red bean!" That person just didn't know how to stop...

Voldemort occasionally saw veins on his forehead. He slowly turned a page and continued reading.

5 more minutes later—

"Hey, Haierbo, my little sweetheart, come and taste the mouse I baked for you."

Then Voldemort heard something heavy slither upstairs, followed by the sound of a coquettish basilisk cheering...

Voldemort cursed something under his breath, and continued to read, but he forgot what he had just seen.

3 minutes after finally entering the state——

"Ah, Tom, why are you Tom? Oh, no, Voldy, your eyes are like shining obsidian... Haierbo, do you think I should read this poem to Voldy now, or at night? "

Voldemort closed the book with a "bang", closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath, and said to himself, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, he wants to provoke me, I know, so I'm not angry..."

It took Voldemort a long time to calm down his emotions. He was about to open the book again when he heard someone coming downstairs.

Voldemort raised his head expressionlessly, and found that Black was holding a large pile of pink satin and throwing it on the wall, then tapped his wand, hung the silk and satin around the living room, tied beautiful silk and satin patterns, and rushed at him during the process. wink.

"Continue reading, my dear, I'm decorating the room..." Blake excitedly wrapped the living room in satin, and after a long time of busy work, "...Voldy, have you decided who to invite?"

"Invitation?" Voldemort, who was restless and unable to read the book, raised his eyebrows, not understanding what Black meant.

"Our wedding, Voldy, you don't want to just register with the Ministry of Magic and it's over, no matter what we say, we are big figures with status, I'm going to hold a wedding that attracts worldwide attention, oh, just thinking about it now I am shaking with excitement, we are wearing gorgeous gowns, behind you stand your team of Death Eaters, my little devil servants..." Blake burst out pink bubbles intoxicated.

Voldemort stared at the demon-like Black with his mouth open, and frightening images flashed in his mind following Black's description involuntarily.

"No, I must not be angry, let alone be confused by him, I have to calm down, calm down..." Voldemort tried his best to restrain himself, and said to Black with a forced smile, "Yes, I was shaking with excitement too, Black, it's late now , we will discuss this matter later, um...how about you go back to your room first?"

Blake blinked and tilted his head in doubt, "Go back to the room?"

Voldemort nodded, smiled with difficulty, and said softly like coaxing a child, "Yes, I'm afraid you're tired, Blake, you've been busy for a long time." The last sentence Voldemort almost said through gritted teeth over.

"Oh~" Black showed an ambiguous smile, he picked up his orchid finger, and tapped Voldemort's chest lightly, "I hate it, I know, voldy!" money away.

Just when Voldemort rubbed his forehead and thought he was relieved, he saw Black turning his head and smiling, "I'll wait for you in the room, dear Voldy, don't make me wait too long!"

Voldemort froze, and the anger that could no longer be suppressed hit his brain from bottom to top...

"Get out! You monster!" The Dark Lord roared loudly, and the magic pressure shook the silk and satin on the living room in an instant.

"..." There was silence all around, Voldemort squinted his eyes, looking at Black's suddenly stopped back, he suddenly felt bad, a feeling of vomiting welled up in his stomach.

Sure enough, Black turned around resentfully, and Voldemort's hairs stood on end with hazy tears that were ready to go, "You despise me? Voldy..." Blackla said each word in a long voice, his momentum growing .

Voldemort closed his ears in pain, and closed his eyes in resignation.

12 Grimmauld Place resounded with Blake's shrill, inflected howl.

xxxxxx

"To be honest, I admire the Dark Lord..." In the basement of Black's old house where the portraits were placed, the ancestors of the Black family were chatting.

"He is indeed courageous, not everyone can endure the perversion of Sirius..."

"Merlin, Sirius is noisier than Bella! The Slytherin kid actually likes this type?"

"I see, that kid with red eyes must be turning green with regret now..."

"All I can say is that our Black children are extraordinary!"

"Yeah, really unscrupulous, how could he spoil his image like that, tsk tsk..."

"I now suspect that Sirius is acting in his true colors..."

"What else do you think he dare not do? Our Blake family is a masterpiece that comes out once in a millennium!"

"That's it, don't look whose son he is..." Mrs. Volgar Black proudly fanned her small fan and smiled coquettishly, "Hmph, Voldemort wants to fight my little Syl, my son will Let him know what life is worse than death!"